Hestia Duvall still loves the ponies (nubivagant) wrote in quidditchprose, @ 2014-03-28 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | brooke duvall, troy duvall |
WHO: Brooke and Troy Duvall
WHEN: Monday evening, March 24
WHERE: Brooke's flat
SUMMARY: Brooke asks Troy to come over and keep her company.
RATING: Low
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Incomplete | Closed
Brooke stretched out on her couch, the pain radiating from her ribs and left shoulder had been dulled to a constant ache thanks to the series of potions she'd been instructed to take. There had been a strict no alcohol policy, but thankfully there had been no other dietary restrictions. She'd already put away a cheeseburger and a side of chips, courtesy of Emily, along with the a selection of chocolate also courtesy of her sister. The elder Campbell had been able to entertain Brooke for most of the night, but Emily did need to return to her own house. While Brooke still felt lethargic and the last thing she wanted to do was go up the stairs to her bed. It was barely ten o'clock. Brooke glanced at the kitten who had taken up residence at her feet, sprawling out and taking up way too much space than his little body should normally allow. "What do you think, Thomas O'Malley?" she murmured, rubbing his soft belly, grinning as he caught her hand and tried to nip at it. "Do we call in reinforcements?" Reinforcements meant Tory, which also meant Thin Mints, which totally were not informing her decision one way or another. She just didn't want to be alone with her thoughts and her cat. Though the cookies totally didn't hurt. Decision made, she reached over to snag her journal off the coffee table. Come over? she scrawled out to her husband, not even bothering to wait for a reply. He'd come. Sooner or later. Of that she was confident. |